History and Repeating Oneself
No, this is not your sign to return to the mother ship. Did anyone see Close Encounters? Does anyone remember it? I told you to go and watch it. People started having visions of The Devil’s Tower and then felt compelled to get there, and they all turned out to be aliens or something. I don’t know. I don’t remember.
I grew up with this in my back yard. Relatively speaking. It was about an hours drive from my house. And my parents loved to take us there.
I once walked from about where this picture was taken up to the monument with my grandma. She didn’t particularly enjoy it, seems about half way there I decided I was afraid of heights. Since everyone else had driven, she had no choice but to drag me up with her. I wonder why she never took me again. Mysteries from my youth.
Anyway, around the base of the monument is a trail, approximately 1.2 miles long. My parents, hereafter referred to as the evil genius’s would “race” us around. We would run around that thing and catch up to them and they’d have only gone like 1/16 of a mile. Losers. But then they’d get all cocky and challenge us again. They had to repave the path annually just from the seven of us running around it. Unfortunately, I was embarassingly old when I finally figured out that they were on a romantic walk while simultaneously trying to kill their children. Don’t worry, I’m sure we were safe, it was the 70s and there weren’t any pedophiles yet.
And if you are getting all warm and fuzzy about the greenness you see. Don’t. You know the band Green Day? I think they may secretly be from Wyoming. I’d suggest you Google it, but they probably deny the fact. Who else could know about the green day that happens but once a year there?
And if that wasn’t enough about my youth, this picture is courtesy of Sadie who took it on her family outing there. She still lives there. Apparently she must like her family. Don’t worry that mine will be offended, they neither read me nor like me, so it’s ok. Well, some of them read me, but they agree we are a screwed up bunch. Comes from being mislead as youth. (See paragraph four). Anyway, Sadie was nice enough to give this to me, I think she takes great pictures.
That picture feels like home to me.
July 2nd, 2009 at 11:20 pm
Hahaha, Annie! When I first moved to MN, I actually found people who thought Devil’s Tower was a movie prop, made for “Close Encounters”, or that it was really made from mashed potatoes.
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